Lyrics

[Verse 1]
He’s got a tail like fire and ears like sails,
A desert bandit leavin’ tiny trails.
Netflix playin’, he don’t care,
He’s loungin’ deep in the leather chair.

[Pre-Chorus]
Steals your socks and your burger bun,
Then gives you side-eye — like “I won.”

[Chorus]
Give me all your snacks, all your heat, all your throw pillows too,
Pringle’s got the mojo, ain’t nothin’ you can do.
He’s the king of chill, the sneaky fuzzball supreme,
Fennec fever, baby — livin’ that dream!

[Verse 2]
He naps all day, then plots all night,
Diggin’ to freedom under moonlight.
A four-pound thief with fluffy charm,
Look too long and he’ll raid your arm.

[Pre-Chorus 2]
He’s got zoomies in his bones,
And “do not cuddle” as his tone.

[Chorus – repeat]
Give me all your snacks, all your heat, all your leftover stew,
Pringle’s got demands — and a side-eye too.
He’s got attitude in every paw step and scream,
Fennec fever, baby — livin’ that dream!

[Bridge – with attitude]
No leash, no rules, no 9-to-5,
He’s got a beach in his soul and a will to survive.
Little desert prince in a Doncaster zone,
He’s got fur and nerve and a throne of his own.

[Final Chorus – big finish]
Give me all your snacks, all your fries, your keys and your shoes,
He’ll take your heart and leave some chewed-up news.
He’s the legend, the menace, the midnight meme —
That Pringle fox fever…
Is a lean-ear’d dream!